The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 499

Johanson saw the disdain in Grant’s eyes whenever Grant looked at Anna, and it made Johanson’s blood boil. He spoke with a tone of unquestionable resolve, "Dad, I'm the master of my own life! I decide who I hang out with. And remember, I made a promise to Aunt Gabby to look after Anna. You lay a finger on her again, and you'll have me to answer to!"

Grant's temper flared like a prairie fire at his son's defiance. This was all because of that wild girl—it was all her fault!

Johanson could read his father's murderous gaze and shot him a cold look before dropping a final word. "Don't forget the promise you made in front of Aunt Gabby, Dad. What goes around comes around. If you hurt Anna, Aunt Gabby's spirit will be crying from beyond the grave."

With that, Johanson stormed out, leaving Grant seething. In a fit of rage, Grant kicked over a table and bellowed, "Get out! All of you, just get the hell out!"

Johanson didn't flinch at his father's anger and continued out the door until he was out of sight.

Collapsing into a chair, Grant fumed, thinking to himself, “Anna, you wretched girl! If it weren't for Gabby, I'd have thrown you to the wolves by now!”

After leaving his father's room, Johanson searched the manor for Anna, asking every maid in sight, but none had seen her.

Worried sick, Johanson's forehead glistened with sweat as he thought of what his father might do to Anna.

“Where are you, Anna?”

He turned the estate upside down but found no trace of her. His heart sank with each passing moment, becoming increasingly anxious for her safety.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and clarity washed over his face.

Of course, Anna would be there!

With that realization, Johanson sprinted toward the family mausoleum outside the manor.

Having thought it through on his way, Johanson figured the lost and helpless Anna had nowhere else to go but to Aunt Gabby's grave.

As he approached the mausoleum, the setting sun stained the sky red. In the dimming light, he saw a small figure huddled by Gabby's headstone.

His heart, which had been in his throat, settled as he approached the small silhouette.

Getting closer, Johanson found Anna lying exhausted in front of the tombstone. Her tiny body was curled up, and her pale face was etched with vulnerability.

"Anna? What's wrong?" Johanson rushed to her side and lifted her into his arms.

Anna was burning up, yet her face felt icy to the touch. Johanson knew immediately something was wrong and shook her gently. "Anna, are you feeling unwell? Talk to me."